My wife and I were happy for 20 years. Then we met.
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The Best Of The Years
My childhood was a great delight,
In fact, it was pure dynamite.
My teenage years were filled with joy,
There were the girls - I was a boy.
My middle years - beyond compare,
A pretty wife - three children fair.
And as I reached maturity,
All things kept going well for me.
And now retirement with my wife,
We have a pleasant, happy life,
With family and friends galore,
I really couldn't ask for more.
But as I sit in pensive thought,
And wonder what my life has wrought,
Which were the best of all the years,
With mostly smiles and fewest tears?
My vote to old age, I must give,
Considering the alternative!
poem by Charles J Sexton
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Joined At The Hip
Whenever my wife and I go out,
we are always together.
Some say we are joined at the hip,
it has been that way for thirty-nine years
and we hope many more to come.
If you see one of us,
you can guarantee the other is near.
Some might say we don’t trust one another,
others might say that is what loves about.
Whichever way peoples thoughts go
it does not matter to us.
If they are as happy as we are
they have nothing to complain about.
My wife and I do go out on our own
whenever the occasion takes us,
but mostly we go out together
as what one might say
we’re joined at the hip.
8 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Honor To Rememeber
Not a day might have been passed
From your memory to be glanced
Such a happy and long union
With a long time wife as companion
I congratulate it in earnest
As it has remained very best
Coming days must be fruitful
As it has been very much successful
Life as such is beautiful
We have everything in plentiful
Only it should be spent with happiness
All the time it must be seen on the face
Days and years have turned into decades
But memory remains fresh and never fades
You are moved with the happy moments
As life was always challenging with movements
When you sit on the bench alone
You feel happy and not lone
It is nice to feel about past life
When everything had been quiet from wife
So rejoice at long and comfortable inning
You have scored all the goals as winning
Nothing remains now to be seen as failure
Life was happy at all the times for very much sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
quote by Rodney Dangerfield
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\ Love \
He told the
Therapist
How vexed
He was
As his wife
Didn't feel
Sexed.
The therapist
Told him if he
Gave his wife
A lot of love
She would
Surely give him
Sex.
So now his
Wife feels
Ever so happy
Seeing her hubby
Falling head over heels
In love with her again…
After so many years
Of ‘busy'ness, finally
He has made the time
For her…
She's been
Telling the
Ladies of her
Kitty party,
Tales about this
New found love.
Alas! The gullible lass
Little does she know…
Why so? !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Time Flies
As yet untouched by passing years.
Her lustrous hair as black as night
the maiden’s smile is a delight.
As yet untouched by passing years.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Such beauty must attract a mate
A good excuse to celebrate.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time she’ll bear a child or two
make all her girlish dreams come true.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Then he and she are left alone
amazed how fast the years have flown.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
He sees her with a lovers eyes
and pays no heed for he is wise
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
The passing years have left their mark.
The love they share still strong and true
binds them together like strong glue.
The passing years have left their mark.
They are still happy and content
as much in love as when they wed
.When first they shared their marriage bed.
They are still happy and content.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You Make My Heart Happy
When you walk through the door
Every morning at eight
With a smile on your face,
You can make the day great.
You make my heart happy.
When I have your attention
And you do what I ask;
When you try your hardest
At every task.
You make my heart happy.
Every school day
You answer my prayer
When you help each other
And show that you care.
You make my heart happy.
When I have a conference
With your mom and dad;
Tell them how hard you've worked
And what fun we've had,
You make my heart happy.
Our few years together
Are finally through.
I gave you my best
And you gave me yours, too.
You made my heart happy.
On an evening in June,
A most important date;
While I watch with pride
As you graduate,
You make my heart happy.
When I meet you downtown
With your kids and your wife,
And you tell me how much
I've meant to your life,
YOU MAKE MY HEART HAPPY!
(Dedicated to Mrs. Cindy Womer, Life Skills Class,
Danville Middle School; Danville, PA)
poem by Rich Reitz
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Happily
Tonight is the mother of all nights
The newlywed couple is about to sail
To glide under the blue lights
The room is full of perfumes and cocktails
Classy Jazz music is playing all right
Unfortunate, this scene is not for sale
Jasmine flowers are scattered all over the bed
They happily consume their love with great
Both were happy
It’s ended
Not too early
And not too late
The feeling was so jaded
Incredibly fascinated
A happy scene like this
Should be sealed with a kiss
A man has been imprisoned
For 15 years
For killing his wife
For the first time in his prison's life
Visited by his five children
Ageing face full of tears
Could not pictured his happiness
The happiest moment
A man could ever wishes
It was spoken
All those years that was amissed
Should be redeem with a token
Of love
No matter how devastating
No matter how intriguing
Was the crime
To bring back all the saddest time
Is not an option
Set aside our emotion
Let’s forgive and be forgiven
Be happy for a moment
I am happy
To see all human race are in unity
No war and no killing spree
Remember we live in this world temporarily
So let’s live in harmony
Leading life peacefully
When was the last time you was happy
Think about it thoroughly
Then only you will know the true meaning of happy
Don’t feel sorry
For not being happy
Sensibly we need to study
The right definition of happiness and happy
How happy is happy?
A person is happy
When most of his life he was happy
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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27 Years! ! ! ! !
27 years of my life-
I lived like a wife,
waiting for my husband kiss;
Which i always missed.
27 years of my life -
Waited all the nights,
To share my happiness and sadness;
And i felt it was madness.
27 years of my life-
I spent with unknown husband,
Who has time to work;
And I felt like a jerk.
27 years of my life-
I spent with boredom,
And being a loyal wife;
I lost my freedom.
After 27 years of my life-
I still feel something missing,
I still keep looking;
And still waiting.
And the next 27 years will pass by:
Without my husband near by.
poem by Anju Addanki
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There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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A Brief History Of Modern Warfare Vis-a-Vis Men And Woman
The Evolutionary War Wife: Wife created in likeness of diety, concludes husband descended from ape.
The Uncivil Wife War: Slave man uprises against cruel evil owner.
The First World War Wife: The wife to end all wives. War declared. It ended.
Wife World War Two: No peace in our time. After years of conflict, loser Wife passes Marital Martial Plan. Husband gives all money to rebuild loser.
The Korean Police Action Wife: Too much action. Wife calls police. Peace breaks out after divorce.
The War Wife From Southeast Asia: Linga, linga ling, ling, ling, ling, ling. It's over.
The Islamic War Wife: Husband refuses to submit. Jihad finally forces him to knees. He prays it will end soon.
poem by Bob Eichen
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I have got one wish 'be happy
Everyday I wrote and sent poem,
I could not get your love with them,
But my dreams will be the same,
Be happy, my beloved, be happy.
Know that, my love is endless,
But you did not say me “YES”,
I could not find any happiness,
But I have got one wish: “be happy”.
You deserve the best life,
But You will not be my wife,
So I am dead, I am not alive,
But I have got one wish: “be happy”.
poem by Mr Tebriz Musayev
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If you would be happy for a week, take a wife; if you would be happy for a month, kill a pig; but if you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.
If you would be happy for a week take a wife; if you would be happy for a month kill a pig; but if you would be happy all your life plant a garden.
Oh Yes, I'm So Happy!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to hear your lies
i'm so happy
surprise!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you tell lies on me
i'm so happy
see?
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you call me names
i'm so happy
i'v fame!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you break your promises
i'm so happy
i'm joyous!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you gave me some attention
i'm so happy
i'm in heaven!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to be used
i'm so happy
i'm amused!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you spare me a few minutes
i'm so happy
i must be nuts!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you let me love you
i'm so happy
i'm through with you!
oh yes, if i was so happy
cause of you
i'll be happier
now without you!
poem by Sandy Nobody
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If there's God why I die
‘’Is there God then why I die’’
Wife of ant says
‘’ Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why I die, filthy feminine house I will
Burn down and leave’’
God says
‘’Is there God then why my children die’’
Wife of ant says’’
‘’Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why my children die, filthy clitorising rain giraffe, I will sow seed of hairy itching grass under her feet, will grow to waist’’
God says
Wife ant opened her head to sun
She asks
‘’ Is there anything worst on earth than
Soaking of my waist in mourning tears for years
Wuw nothing’’
God rubbed his nose, nguu….
Says ‘’I will see who’s strong
Me or wife of ant
Ninety days later
Wife of man whom God nickname as ant
Whelped puppy
Strange, horrible and unnatural
‘’O God, why my wife give to puppy’’
Man prayed
‘’ To teach your wife lesson
So tomorrow she’ll not mock me again
If she attempt, I wipe off her eyes in world
And her seed will not grow on earth
My land’’
God says
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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I am confused.. I am happy
I use to think i was happy with being in love with him...
That no matter what happend i would remain happy...
All because he was in my life...
But now... I just dont know...
I met another guy that is just as amazing...
We have so much in common...
And he has 'liked' me for 3 years...
Now i cant help but wonder... Am i happy still?
I still dont know...
But I am now dating him..
I think it will work out...
I think i might be happy again...
And all that was wrong will be right..
I will be happy! ! !
poem by Sunset Moonshine
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Mon Aime
Happy Birthday to you, 'mon amie'
It's easier written down than said to wife
Happy Birthday to you every day
And to myself for being part of your life
Happy Birthday to you, 'desiree'
Shimmering brighter than Eiffel's twinkled lights
As years float by like barques on the Seine
My fondest and wildest dreams ring true this night
Happy Birthday to you, 'mon cheri'
My heart high-kicks in its cancan cabaret
Arms entwined we waltz the Champs-Elysess
Lifetimes come full circle in a single day
Happy Birthday from this 'Pope of Fools'
Your Quasimodo rings bells he cannot hear
This 'half-made' thief hoards his purloined jewel
My charming Esmerelda, I hold so dear
'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley
poem by Voice of One Jerry Buckley
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Golden Years
he finally reached his golden years
wanted to leave his family,
thoughts and love to share.
so he sat with pen in hand
wrote about his lifes plan.
it started off with just his dream
never expecting the unforseen.
as his plans began to unwind
he found himself lost in time.
he joined the army at an early age
this was to become the setting stage
he survived the street gangs and a war
and never talking about what he saw.
he managed retail businesses all his life
met the woman who would become his wife.
he had always loved children
so he thought it was time
his wife agreed and it turned out fine.
a beautiful little girl came into their life
and everything seemed twice as nice.
now he had two women who captured his heart
and knew right then, that this was the start.
the start to his golden years
with his wife he could share.
all the dreams that were meant to be
was now becoming a reality.
but the years was going by fast
he knew his dreams would not last.
now with this thought in mind
he decided it was time
to put his life in perspective
for the golden years to become effective.
so he changed his train of thoughts
a late retirement he would abort.
he retired before his time
so he could enjoy life the way
that it was meant to be
living happy and carefree.
now that he finished writing
down his thoughts and plans
he let them know
'YOUR PERCEPTION BECOMES YOUR REALITY'
and this is what mine was to me.
the golden years are now mine
and i'm lost in its time.
poem by Louis Rams
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It takes three to make a family
(The Mistress or mother)
My son was a gift,
But his father didn't think so,
He left me alone,
With his son I mind you,
I was just a girl,
And he a man,
He did not care,
He left me bowed eyes and broken,
A Lord was he and I Mistress was I,
We were in two different worlds,
Seperated by our familes,
But our son not like us,
A son forced to see his parents like this,
I can still do te best for him,
His father is a monster not a man,
I am scared for my son,
What of his life?
No, I must do my best for him,
If I don't I'll let both of us down,
Years have past and now my son is a man,
I'm dying slowly,
I don't want my son to worry,
I know that I'm on my deathbed,
And I'm as king forJesus.
(Lord or father)
I did not leave her,
She left me,
I couldn't find her,
I wanted my son,
She didn't give him,
Now she's gone and my son with me,
My son's mother was my late wife,
I wanted them both,
But she sought me to be a demon,
Lies upon lies,
I was persuaded from my mother,
My wife listened to our converesation,
Many years later my son is married,
Now I'm going to meet my wife,
Together in heaven,
We have all eternity,
Jesus please keep our son.
(Son)
I am a man who loves,
Mom and dad didn't know,
I am the birth of their future,
They died without knowing me,
I am their son,
But all their time was fighting,
Mentally and emotional,
I spent my childhood afraid of them,
On a nevering chase against time,
My family will teach and give me love,
Years, many, many, years later,
I am a great grandfather,
Now and finally I am on my deathbed,
And I'm happy,
A tear has fallen out my eye,
I am now ready to reunite with,
Both my mother and father,
Jesus thank you for bringing,
The family together at last.
poem by Qeeony Luv
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